Across the skies of Sunny side, the giant astral forms of the fallen Paragons drifted in dead, silent suspension. Untouched by the world's gravity, their colossal, ruined silhouettes hung motionless in the upper atmosphere, casting a large eclipses over the lands below. It was a harrowing sight that dragged up forgotten nightmares, mirroring the apocalyptic actions of the origin gods.
For reasons unknown to any living soul, no power had risen to clear them from the heavens. They simply remained, floating like silent, unblinking gods of stone and starlight, casting their enormous, creeping shadows across a world that would never be the same.
Meanwhile, the breached sections of the monumental perimeter walls hummed with relentless, chaotic labor. Workers swarmed the shattered stone, organized and driven under Yuki's strict direction to repair the gaps and install massive, heavily reinforced iron gates, a practical necessity the Silver Kingdom's defensive planners had omitted.
